Halloween, the second most important holiday on the children’s calendar, is over. My daughter and I were Cleopatra. Get it? Queen of the…Nile.
Halloween is infamous for drama around my house. Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to eat candy. My parents made me pass out candy to the neighbors, though. Not just pass it out–bag it cutely, label it with our address and pass it out. In my defense, not all of it made it out the door.
When I wasn’t being tortured at my own house, my parents would take me to parties at March Air Force Base in California. I was 30 before I ever went trick or treating. My husband and I bought a house a week before Halloween, borrowed some cousins and away we went.
When we moved to Texas we didn’t know our rental was in a senior heavy neighborhood. When we approached houses with my then 4 year old daughter, they’d lay the candy on thick because they didn’t get many kids. Six houses and her bucket was full. My mother , 50% of the posse that wouldn’t let me eat candy, complained that my daughter’s candy bag was too small. Like Bill Cosby said, these are not your parents; they’re old people trying to get into heaven.
In a couple of days the pictures will be posted online and it’ll all be a distant memory. Onward to Thanksgiving, my friends!
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